"I said, give me the cards, Adrian." The patriarch’s final demand dropped like an executioner’s axe into the suffocating silence of the grand living room. Adrian’s breath rattled in his chest, his face completely pale as his fingers convulsed around the plastic. With a sudden, violent wrench of his arm, Mr. Hawthorne seized the black titanium cards directly from his son’s grip, tossing them onto table where they landed with a heavy, metallic clink right next to the one I had rejected. "You think the wealth in these accounts belongs to you, Adrian?" Mr. Hawthorne whispered, his gaze locking onto his son with absolute finality. "The money in here is still my card, and everything it buys is mine. Until you learn to obey, you have nothing." "You are a monster," Adrian spit out, his voice cracking beneath the weight of pure, unadulterated rage. He didn't look back at his father. He didn't even look down at the cards. Instead, his eyes snapped directly to me, burning with a hatred so
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